The Gift - Sex Stories

The Gift

... wasn't undrinkable and sat down. I pulled out my phone and began to go through emails and text messages I had received while driving. I looked up when I felt someone staring at me. There was the woman standing by the table with a to-go coffee in her hand. I smiled, "hi."

"Oh hi. Sorry, Am I bothering you?"

I laughed, "no. How are you? I didn't see you at the counter so figured you weren't working today."

"I'm fine. I was in the back. I just finished my shift. How's your coffee? Do you need a new one? Tiffany is new and still learning. I hope it isn't shit."

I shook my head and smiled again, "it's fine."

"Good. Anyway, can I sit?"

I noted that she looked nervous and wondered if she drank too much coffee throughout the day.

"Go for it."

I go back and finish the email I was writing then put my phone down, taking a sip of my coffee. I look at the woman questioningly wondering what she wants.

"Is everything alright with you?"

She speaks rapidly, "Oh yeah, fine. It's just. Well, I want to talk to you about something and I'm afraid you might hate me for it and never come back. I don't want to offend you in any way."

I smirk at her last sentence and sit up placing my hands on hers that are still wrapped around her coffee, "what is it?"

"It's just. Oh God. It's that I really like you guys. I know that sounds weird since we don't really talk and I just make your coffee. But it always makes me so happy when you and your husband walk in."

She takes ...

... a deep breath and I let go of her hands. She brings the coffee to her lips and takes a sip before continuing, "I, um, I, you know, think you two are so sexy together and I love to watch you with each other. The way you just call him Daddy outloud not caring who hears, so fucking hot. And I've watched him slip his hand up your dress and play with you and that turns me on so goddamn much."

She pauses again, looking at me to gauge my reaction. I keep my face open but don't let on that I already know what she's getting at. I nod, "well thank you and please continue." I want to hear her say the words.

She takes another sip and breath, "well, um, when you guys are here and for days afterwards I fantasize about the two of you and you two seem so open that I was wondering if you wouldn't want to have some fun with me?"

I smile at her. She's so nervous that it's hard to tell what else she's thinking. My husband and I have talked a lot about what we would do if we ever got her alone and now is the chance.

I guess I took too long to respond because she hung her head, "oh God. I'm sorry. You hate me now. Can we just pretend this never happened."

I shook my head and took another sip of coffee, "no. I don't hate you and I like the idea of taking you home and playing with you but you need to know some things first."

She looks confused, "like what?"

I leaned closer and placed my hands back on hers, "I don't know what you think about when you think of us with you but it ...